(j.j. cale) call me the breeze i keep blowin’ down the road well now, they call me the breeze i keep blowin’ down the road i ain’t got me n*body i don’t carry me no load ain’t no change in the weather ain’t no changes in me well, there ain’t no change in the weather ain’t no changes in me and i ain’t hidin’ from n*body n*body’s hidin’ from me oh, that’s the way it’s supposed to be well, i got that green light, baby i got to keep movin’ on well, i got that green light, baby i got to keep movin’ on well, i might go out to california might go down to georgia, i don’t know well, i dig you georgia peaches makes me feel right at home well now, i dig you georgia peaches makes me feel right at home but i don’t love me no one woman so i can’t stay in georgia long well now, they call me the breeze i keep blowin’ down the road well now, they call me the breeze i keep blowin’ down the road i ain’t got me n*body i don’t carry me no load ooh, mr. breeze